In sports psychology class today, the professor asked us what 'motivation' is. The first thing that popped into my head was a memory from childhood: my mom working late nights at the restaurant, and me practicing cartwheels in the parking lot under the streetlight. It wasn't for a medal, not even for applause. It was just to prove that even in the most unnoticed corner, you can build a stage for yourself. Looking back now, that drive never really left me—it just changed its name. Now it's called 'scholarship,' it's called 'startup plan,' it's called 'next time will be better.' Some fuel is prepared in the dark, yet it lights up every road that follows. 🕯️ #LateNightReflections #PowerOfASingleParentHome